On the Wings of Hope : Prose

A plain weapon of human crowds, quite untimely used by them from time to time, which has led to yet another bloody revolution, oh comrades! Doesn’t require the owner to possess any serious skills to be applied, yet is capable to inflict lots of harm for both considerably right and considerably left ones, being swinged from right to left (or vice versa). History knows the cases when men, driven to despair undertook these very axes and in the fury of anger on all mankind chopped their offenders into nothing for nothing. Actually, even literary heroes resorted at times to the “services” of this tool, being in an inadequate psychological condition – let’s take for example that well-known … how was he called … a dissenter … well, you got it. So, take care not to give right away this tool of anger to mad crowds if you have no desire to receive a “Boomerang Of Destiny” in return. You have been warned.

Dagger Of Treachery

A weapon, known since most ancient times, which has been traditionally stabbed into backs of others by traitors. As an alternative measure the act of rascally cutting an innocent victim’s throat by stalking from behind can be taken into account. The third most widespread way of usage of this small, yet one of the most craftiest and vindictive toolkit, is the attempt to perform the irreversible act of suicide that can undoubtedly considered as the greatest action of treachery of a man in relation himself and own further fate. In ancient times a widespread form of preliminary preparation of given weapon to a further act of treachery and murder was the process of coating a dagger with various poisons (traitors and killers of the past most likely truly enjoyed the view of their victim, suffering from poison). To cut a long story short, this is exactly the weapon of cold-blooded (due to a sudden stop of their spiritual heart) killers, traitors and geeks, and all Ludoviks of the past are not an exception by all means. So, beware!

Poleaxe Of Cruelty

In no way less deadly and destructive than “Hammer Of Half-Truth And Lie” weapon, capable to sever both hopes of disagreed ones and the thread of life of his wielder along with similar ones of his relatives, into a one and one thousands of pieces. Due to weapon’s design specifics the highest degree of professionalism in its forging and battling was achieved for centuries by mountain dwarves of spirit of conscience. From one generation to the next among people of this race of so-to-be-humans ancient recipes and secrets are being transferred of how to forge the ultimate killing edges, richest sheath, strongest and dumbest handles, and so on.

Hordes of these dwarves, smeared in a coal of underground mines, smoked in fumes of own steelmaking fiery forges, armed with these poleaxes, represent a truly frightening show, partly resembling a plague spread of the past, for after their next invasion nothing either moving or badly lying is left in the vicinities of nearest N miles, starting with a horse of some gone on a spree bard, minor daughter of local barman, or a purse with thirty silver coins of a local trader, who have grown fat too immoderately from the excessing use of beer. And even if mentioned minor daughter can still hope for a sweet (for her new slaveholder) life, yet her father-barman, merchant and minstrel taken together could only dream of the upcoming slaving fate.

Most severe and thrifty members of dwarves new slavish army, possessing “Daggers Of Treachery”, have a chance in the near future, being regularly drawn by duty into the ranks of their new owners, ascend to a rank of robbers and, thus, finally and completely assimilate with their former aggressors. Cruelty and ruthlessness of the race, owning described weapons of murder have entered into legends at a dawn of its origin, therefore that race was once named as a “yoke”. And it’s not we who should tell you sad is the fate of those, willingly living under its feet and tribute.

Rapier Of Reason